But Miss Blackburne, true to herself, was discretion incarnate.
"I've not seen enough of the pearls, yet, to form an opinion," she replied, "but my impression is that they must be altogether exceptional."
"I'm glad your impression is good," said Roger. He turned to his wife. "I may not be back till late. Don't sit up for me. Good-night."
Beverley followed him into the hall.
"Roger!" she pleaded. "You're doing me a most horrible injustice. I can't bear it!"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You can't help knowing," she said, "It's about Justin O'Reilly. You think I——"
"Have I accused you of anything?" he challenged, brows raised, eyes blank.
"No. But——"
"Your imagination seems to be even more lively than your conscience is sensitive, my dear girl. What have you done, that I should accuse you?"